It all started Saturday morning at the Chicago Canine Rescue. Before we even pulled up to the registration booth he was already bouncing off the walls and howling at the top of his lungs, bragging about how he was going to win the whole thing. He was being so arrogant, it was embarrassing.
He also demanded birthday cupcakes from every single booth. This was the first treat.
And the second.
And the third. He nearly took off Chris’s hand with this one.
When the race began Harlow almost missed the starting line because he was too busy looking for treats.
Let’s just say some of the heats were slower than the others…
And of course he had to stop at every turn to drink the complimentary beer people were handing out… So no, Harlow didn’t win the race. It’s hard to win a race when you insist on stopping every ten feet to take a bathroom break or to go up to every stranger you see to have your butt rubbed.
After the race Harlow met Manny the famous Frenchie. Manny was made for the stage as you can see.
In case you don’t know, Manny’s a French Bulldog who has about 600k followers on Instagram. Harlow was jealous as hell of this guy.
We pulled him away before things got ugly.
But my favorite part of the day was probably when all of the rescue owners and their rescue pups got together to take an “alumni photo.” Kinda sad to think that if not for these kind people, a lot of these dogs probably wouldn’t be around today.
Harlow the diva was not a rescue dog. But someday when we have a bigger house and a bigger yard I definitely hope to get Harlow a rescue brother or sister. We’ll call him or her Harvey.
And for one final birthday treat Harlow got a peanut butter and (faux) chocolate doggy cake. Although I’m not sure he even tasted it because he ate the entire thing in one quick gulp.
It was a good weekend. Per the usual, I’m not ready at all for Monday to roll around. Woof.